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I am fucking crying. God at my own writing.

Honestly I'm listening to a sad spotify playlist whilst I wrote the last chapter, if you want a few good sad songs I have a few- which inspired me to write this:

-Breathe me (Sia)

-Youth (Daughter)

-To Build A Home (The cinematic orchestra- this song was played on repeat for a while)

-Let it go (James Bay)

-The A Team (Ed Sheeran)


Last thing is guys cancer is serious and I would be so happy if you went and donated:

https://www.cancerresearchuk.org/support-us/donate
It's not an ad, just me trying to help because of experience.

What happened in this story is based on true events except the circumstances were different, it was my grandma and her best friend (her best friend died). My Nana was put in the position that no one should ever be put in- she had to go say goodbye to her best friend (who was in a coma) because her family asked her to explaining that she wouldn't listen to anyone else. So she did and her best friend died two days later.

It would mean alot to me if you helped this fund, and if you already are thank you so much.

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